1. A Gift of Hydration Pt. 03


    Date: 3/28/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byCapriciousRain 

    ... sure you don't mind."

"Crystal, it's grape harvest. You know that the grapes must be picked from the vine, carefully, by hand. The hydroponics setups can be fragile. You and Ys'Michelle will leave here early tomorrow morning when the lighting changes from night to daybreak, and report to the farms to help with the gathering."

She holds up her hand, admonishing us to remain silent - she isn't done speaking yet. She looks directly at her daughter before continuing.

"If you are going to help plan and manage the farms one day, you need to start at the bottom, just like I did in security... and you need your math certification," she chides.

Crystal and I glance at one another and then back to Sa'Selena.

"Um, yes Mom," Crystal responds.

I see Crystal bounce a little on the balls of her bare feet. I'm guessing that she's excited about me staying overnight.

"Good," Sa'Selena replies.

"One more thing," she says as she produces a small see-through package with some shiny things inside - the objects catch the light as she dangles it toward Crystal.

"Your first slave ownership bracelet and chain, along with a septum token, unique to you, to be used on Ys'Michelle as necessary. Sa'Sakara still owns Ys'Michelle, but this will give you some practice - I'm so proud of you sweetie," she says, smiling at Crystal.

"Now, you two, help me prepare this dinner... Oh, and Crystal, it will be your responsibility to provide hydration to Ys'Michelle. I'm fairly certain ...
    ... that you have not done this before. Will it be a problem?" Sa'Selena asks.

Crystal blushes, "No mother, I'll do it," she responds.

*****

We're upstairs in Crystal's bedroom - both of us are on the floor. Crystal leans back against a big fluffy pillow braced by the bed behind her. She wears a cream colored camisole nightie which ends about mid-thigh. Her slender legs are extended toward me. Her toe nails are painted a pretty pink to match the color of her hair. I'm snuggled into a nest of blankets and pillows staged against the wall opposite her bed. I'm wearing pale green tap pants, on loan from Crystal, but nothing up top - my newly pierced nipples are happy to not have something rubbing against them for a little while, though the weight of the chain still provides a constant reminder of its presence. My legs are stretched out too - Crystal and I could touch our feet together if we wished.

We're chatting about this and that, delaying what we both know we need to do, soon. I'm thirsty, and Crystal knows it. I believe that she wants to embrace her responsibility - she is just a bit skittish about actually doing it.

"So, you're saying that we can survive on the surface, for a while anyway?" Crystal asks me.

"Well, it's like, back before the cataclysm, when Earth had oceans, being at an altitude of about 3.7 kilometers(12,000 ft) above sea level. It's cold, dry, and the air is thin. You won't explode like in some of those old stories about people in outer space," ...
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